September 12, 2012 | kirin
I liked us more when we were real.
real bodies, real laughs, real tears, real fears
Fear of losing someone we loved.
Fear of not being able to do all we wanted in life,
Fear for not spending enough time with ones we loved.
Now we fear not fitting in. Not being thin enough. not being cool enough.
Everyone had imperfections, and they were great.
They made us unique.
Physical “imperfections” only we could see.
Women didn’t all look the same.
They had different body types.
I liked us more when we were real,
when variety was the spice of life.